Jon's POV

Rhaegal stood in front of him, the same terrifyingly beautiful creature that had been frightening the first time he saw him. But now, Jon wasn't afraid. He was grateful that Rhaegal had responded to his calling, surely he would know where his mother was.

But now it was Jon who would have to be brave, he would need to have courage to do what Dany does. But this was in his blood, he was meant to do this. He knew it.

Jon stretched his hand towards Rhaegal, hoping this would work- it had to. They would make this work, as far as Jon knew Rhaegal had never been ridden before- so this was as new to him as it was to Jon.

He could hear his heart beating in his ears.

His breath came out in puffs.

He brushed his hand down the dragon's neck.

His boots were soaked through.

He added pressure on the raggedly intricate scales.

His sword, Longclaw- rested heavily on his hip.

He held his breath in anticipation of what he was about to do.

Jon moved his hands upward, he placed his foot on Rhaegal- ready to push himself up. As he tried to mount the beast, Rhaegal shook him off. Jon tripped and fell off, so he tried again and again- over and over. He did it for hours, each time different from the last- but the end was always the same, with him on his back in the snow.

He had enough, Jon got up and screamed in frustration- "Look at me! I need to find Dany, and I can't do it without you…" He didn't know what to expect, but Rhaegal turned his head away and puffed smoke out his nose. The sun was starting to set, and Jon was discouraged- so he tried once again.

To his surprise when he lifted himself up, Rhaegal didn't struggle. It had taken Jon this long to get to this point, he hadn't really thought about what to do after he finished the first step. Was it like a horse, was he supposed to dig his heels in to go? Jon wasn't sure. So he just sat there, hoping Rhaegal would know what to do.

"Go…. Go! Rhaegal, fly." Jon told the creature, with no response.

Please, Rhaegal. Fly.

Jon bent his head on Rhaegal- defeated.

He was about to hop down when Rhaegal started moving. A walk at first, then a run- with his wings starting to move. Then they did it, they were flying.

Jon was holding on for dear life, but they were off the ground. His heart fluttered, and a surge of emotions ran through him. Shock, worry, elation, fear. But his blood boiled with knowledge that this was the Targaryen in him, that he could use it for good- to find the mother of his child.

Shock- he was on a dragon, and the creature wasn't throwing him off.

Worry- that he didn't know how to control or guide Rhaegal.

Elation- the wind blowing in his hair, adrenaline pumping in his veins.

Fear- that he wouldn't be able to find Dany in the dark, that she was hurt- or worse.

All that was running through his mind, making him almost miss the small orange glow of a campfire- a mile or so ahead.

The wind was whipping hard so he had to scream to tell Rhaegal to stop, "RHAEGAL! PUT ME DOWN…" Jon hadn't thought he had been heard, when the dragon started slowing down, and lowering to the ground. It wasn't a very elegant landing, but it got the job done.

Patting the creature's side he walked forward, "Wait here, incase I need you." Jon wasn't sure if Rhaegal would understand but he kept moving forward anyway. Taking Longclaw out, he prepared to come across anything- good or bad.

He walked as silently as he could, Jon got closer and closer to the people around the fire, the figures he saw appeared to be that of two men. Adrenaline forced him to move closer, until he was right behind one of them, Jon swiftly put Longclaw against the mans jugular.

"Move, and I'll slit your throat." The man with the long hair stopped whatever he was doing, and turned to look at his partner. Jon's eyes were too busy scanning the area for more potential dangers to notice who it was he held by the throat.

"Jon? The King in the North out this far without anyone to protect ya?" He recognized the voice, and lowered his sword slightly.

"Tormund, is that you?" The ginger haired man came forward and Jon dropped Longclaw immediately knowing he was in no danger.

"Yea it's me, would have been back at Winterfell sooner if we hadn't come across this one…" Tormond slowly turned his body, revealing an unconscious Dany- with Ghost laying beside her. Both a sight for sore eyes- Jon ran over to them and knelt down.

Her eyes were closed, so Jon lifted Dany's head and saw her eyes flutter. She sleepily made a smile, "Jon…. Is that you?" He nodded at her question, "Why is your… hair so funny? Usually in my dreams your hair is perfect, hmmmm."

Dany's eyes closed yet again curling up in his arms. Jon looked over his shoulder at Tormund, and what looked like the Hound.

"What happened?" He asked.

"How did you get here?" Tormund looked around for a horse as he said it.

"What happened to her?" Jon asked again with a more desperate tone.

"She said she fell off the dragon. Must have hit her head when she landed- shes been all dizzy and gross."

"They left her here?"

"No, theyre here. At least the dark one is, circles over us almost every hour." Jon silently thanked the Hound for his answers before looking back over at Dany, then at her stomach.

Jon couldn't wait any longer so he slipped his arms underneath Dany's head and legs before lifting, looked at Ghost and commanded, "Stay with them, and I'll meet you guys back at Winterfell" He started walking into further into the woods, towards Rhaegal.

"How you gonna get back? How did you get out here, Jon Snow?" Tormund called after him.

Jon ignored him and kept walking,before adding over his shoulder.

"I flew here."

I'm soooo sorry I took so long to update, I was having a hard time thinking of how to write a good version of this. Till next time XOXO